Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 58 Mom's Letter, Lost Time...

My mother called last night and asked me to wait for her at the school gate at noon, and come right after class without having lunch.During the half day that she was coming, I was a little uneasy.I have never talked about my parents with my friends, and I am not willing to talk about my classmates with my parents.On the first day of elementary school after school, my mother came to the room and asked us about the school. I didn't say a word, and even turned off the small lamp on my desk.Instead, Xianxian chatted with her mother from the small room to the living room.He knew everything, and he almost told his mother everything about going to the toilet.The two of them talked and laughed, and I felt pretty good too.For yourself, just be quiet.

It seems that as long as Xianxian talks, I don't have to face my mother's inquiries.In fact, my mother kept asking me several times, asking if I had made new friends and which teacher I liked the most.But I always feel irritable for no reason and don't want to answer.I don't have many friends. I seem to regard them as my own teddy bears, and I just want to hide them secretly and don't want others to see them.I told my mother I didn't have any friends and didn't need any.Mom was confused by me, but Xianxian will tell mom.I don't care about this kind of "leaking", as long as it's not in my face.Maybe I'm just too shy to bring up the names of the most important people to my face, either to myself or others.Maybe that's why I don't tell my friends about my parents, and I don't ask about other people's parents.But if they'd like to talk, I'd love to hear it.

My parents are very good people, gentle and tolerant, very open-minded in many things, willing to discuss with us.Although my father will speak of me, I also know that it is for my own good.It's just that at that age, even if a child understands everything their parents say, they will still find it long-winded.Ever since I was 11, I've always wanted to avoid them.Not because they said me, but because they never said it again.They never did anything wrong, all the problems were on me, and I had an inescapable responsibility for what happened to Xianxian, but they didn't want to blame me.They did lie to me, but only because they knew me and wanted to protect me.Perhaps this is the reason why in the past days I knew that there was a truth, but I was stagnant and delayed in finding it out.I rely on this protection even knowing it is false.

At noon that day, there was an endless stream of people coming and going at the school gate.There are not a few students who go home at noon or go out to eat at school.In the crowd of people going back and forth, I stood alone behind the half-closed retractable door, which was made up of diamond-shaped iron fences. For some reason, I suddenly felt like I was staying in a prison or something, waiting for my relatives Come and visit.Of course, the school is not a prison. As long as I want to, I can take two steps and no one will stop me.But, where can I go after going out?The solidity of the fence makes me feel safe. The school is full of kids like me, and I can safely hide myself in the corner.

"Wei Wei." Mom waved to me from a distance.Changed to Xianxian, he would definitely jump up excitedly, fly out of the school gate in three steps and two steps, and rush to his mother.But I just looked at my mother, and watched her swaying to the fence with a big bag of things.My mother came to a meeting nearby and brought me something by the way.There is a full paper tube in the big plastic bag, which contains the KFC set meal.She asked me to take it back and share it with my classmates in the dormitory. The portion she bought was enough for five people.She told me standing in front of the door, and I didn't step past the door.She touched my cheek, a strange and familiar touch, but her hands were cold, which made me a little sad.She only told me to take a good rest recently and pay attention to safety.Probably because I knew that I didn't want to listen to what they had to say, and I was about to leave after I finished speaking. The last thing I said was that I wanted to go home on the weekend, and they were always there.I said thank you, hard work, watching her back away from me.She didn't shake like she did when she was carrying the big bucket, and walked like all the people I passed by, but I knew who that back belonged to.

My mother is in her 40s this year, and her hair is well maintained. She doesn't have gray hair every day as written in the elementary school composition.But I don't know how many gray hairs she has.She has never observed it seriously, maybe she has dyed it many times.The wind blows through them, allowing me to find her as I get further and further away from her.The rear lights of the car in the distance flickered twice, and the blurry figure suddenly dwarfed before the red and yellow lights flickered, and disappeared into the opened car door.She really went back.Only then did I realize that it would be nice if I hugged her just now.But I don't necessarily know how to hug it. Standing at the school gate, surrounded by security guards and classmates, I feel embarrassed.

After returning to the dormitory, everyone was naturally very happy. Everyone could hold the chicken nuggets and gnaw and gnaw. The whole dormitory was full of fragrance. If the people next door smelled it, they would be so envious that they wanted to report to the auntie.I am very happy that Taotao is here at noon today.It's just that he only ate half of the portion given to him, and wrapped the rest tightly and put it in his schoolbag.In the second day of junior high school, I once did a classical Chinese reading titled "Lu Ji Huai Tangerine". A few short lines of words reminded me of this noon when the belching was full of deep-fried oil.

Taotao was no longer in our class at that time.

And that noon, after dividing up the food in the plastic bag, I found that there was still a small envelope.It's brown, and it has the name of Dad's unit written on it.As an excuse to take out the trash, I went out the door with a bucket of bones alone.The trash can was at the sink at the end of the corridor, and I washed my hands again to make sure it wasn't a little greasy, and took it apart.

It was a letter from my mother.

Wei Wei:

Hello there!

Maybe you will be a little surprised, mom suddenly wrote a letter to you.Now is the age of the Internet, many things can be told on the phone, but sometimes it is better to use a pen.You have to write a lot of words every day, and my mother is too embarrassed to be lazy.Writing a letter is a matter of ritual. In the era of my mother's life, writing a letter and waiting for a letter will bring many stories, and the content of the written letter is easier to remember.

First of all congratulations on the progress you made on your midterm exam.Your grades are getting better and better, and the teacher praised you at the parent meeting.Mom and Dad are so happy for you, you have always been our pride.We are very relieved that Wei Wei has grown up and is no longer a child that we need to worry about.He can handle many things well, and he can work together with his friends for various goals.He still has many valuable qualities, and Mr. Liu told us many things.It's not that we are deliberately inquiring, but that people around you sincerely like you and think you are a helpful friend.

I know that you may not like to hear your parents talk about exams and grades to you too much, and I also know that we don't need to talk about anything, Wei Wei will consciously do everything well.But Mom and Dad always want to do something for you.Mom has been following your team's official account. The articles in it are full of pictures and texts, and the writing is also very exciting. It seems that they are not talking about junior high school students' games, but about large-scale events like the World Cup.You are going to compete against other schools this weekend, and there are quite a few players on the opposite side who are all your classmates and friends.When writing this letter, my mother and my father recalled some memories.Your dad remembers their names upside down, not to mention what class they used to play in and where they played.Don't worry, mom will always remember your friends' names, such as Mi Le and Ye Ruiyang.In order to help you prepare for the battle, my mother checked the battle reports and push notifications of the two schools, as well as past photos and chat records. The following is a small summary.You can choose to tell your coach and teammates, or keep it yourself if you don't want to.

No. 8 Wu Wenda from another school, your senior, is the captain of the elementary school team.You should still remember that his name comes from Zhuge Liang's "Teacher's Table" "Do not seek knowledge and reach the princes", which is really good.He is a responsible kid who doesn't talk much and is steady.The position is an attacking midfielder, accustomed to using the right foot.You have to watch out for his long shots.From the first day of junior high school to the present, he has scored 6 goals for foreign schools, 3 of which were long-range shots, 2 were single-handed shots, and 1 was a penalty kick.

No. 9 Shi Zhenhua, my mother remembered his name correctly.He is your best friend in elementary school, although you are in class one, he is in class four.From the photos, he has grown taller again.He is a center forward and has scored 4 goals this year, 2 of which are penalties (he will take the penalty kicks from other schools), 1 is a header, and 1 is scored with his right foot in front of the small penalty area.Although he is your good friend, he still has to concentrate on the court, and I believe he thinks the same way.Beware, he has 3 assists, even he can't relax in midfield, watch out for his passing, it can be more dangerous than his shooting.His penalty kick is used to taking the lower left corner, that is, your right, with a tricky angle.

On the 23rd Pu Yun, my mother has the deepest impression on him. "Painted buildings fly towards Nanpu clouds", Wang Bo's poem.He used to be a little fat, but now he is getting taller and more delicate.As soon as he talked about him, many things in the past came to mind, as if it was still yesterday.In fact, you can call more elementary school classmates to come to play at home. If you feel that your parents are uncomfortable at home, we can also help you find a place to play.You should be familiar with all Pu Yun's techniques, and my mother doesn't need to say more.Note that his dominant foot is the left.Please remind your teammates, never underestimate Pu Yun because he is short.He is a very strong and affectionate child. My mother still remembers the saying, "Those who underestimate me will pay the price."Boys need to be this kind of spirit.He can play winger and full-back, and has scored 3 goals for foreign schools this year, 2 free kicks, all with his left foot.Too bad there's no video or GIFs, but it's sure to be awesome.Another goal was a shot near the penalty area.Watch out for his long shots.You have to remember to tell Miller about his technical characteristics, because it is your best friend who is now defending him.

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Mom doesn't know much about football, so she can only summarize it for you through reports and memories. I don't know if it is useful.The game has to be played by you and your friends one by one.Don't be nervous, relax your mind, listen carefully to the coach's arrangements, and believe that you can achieve the desired results.Even if you are not around, Mom and Dad will bless you.At the same time, this is not just a game, but also a chance to reunite with friends from the past.Take advantage of this opportunity and enjoy it.Mom wishes you a safe and sound victory, and that your friendship never fades.In short, no matter what you do, mom and dad will support you unconditionally.Work hard for what you want to do, Wei Wei, you have proven yourself, mother knows that you only conceded 5 goal in 1 games.Show your confidence and spirit, you are much braver than yourself, no one can easily break through the door you guard.

My dad and I would like to come to school to watch a game if you want.

Sincerely,
salute!

your parents
"Don't tell people about things, you will think of everyone."Years later, I saw this sentence on the last page of a book.Mom thought of everyone, remembered them so well, and never forgot them.They are not just printed letters on the contact list of elementary school classmates who have fallen into dust, they also have a part of our past life, and we have spent an unforgettable time together.However, in the last two years, my life was in pieces, and I looked forward to leaving that school every day.I can hardly remember that dark past, but it is still entangled in my heart and cannot be dissipated.Everyone hopes that I will look forward, run forward without looking back, and let the past be the starting line for tomorrow.But I can't, because I personally created the darkness of everyone's past.

I also seem to wish I could start over.Standing on the green field again, I want to guard a door again, shout and chase with people of the same age, and feel the freshness and liveliness of life.On the court, I seem to have forgotten those heavy past events.But... why on earth am I playing football?At least, before noon when my mother handed the letter to me, I think it was so that Taotao could wear a golden medal before parting, as a proof that we have been together for just one year.And after that noon, I vaguely felt that the upcoming game was not just a semi-final with another school, it was also my reconnection with the past.Once again, I will stand on the court with my friends, and what awaits us is a more formal and cruel game.We will be rivals, just as my past has become my enemy.

Pu Yun, in my impression, he will always be a little fat man.When I and Xianxian met him for the first time, we were all in the third grade, and there was more or less baby fat on our faces that hadn't faded.His hair, naturally curly and sorrel in the sun, looked a little foreigner.At that time, he was short and fat, and his face was quite white. Once his hair grew, he could easily be regarded as a girl.In elementary school, especially in the lower grades, children are more like a group of small animals.In fact, in junior high school, I can still feel the inherent animal nature of myself or others at certain moments.Boys like girls are inevitably bullied, and those who bully them may think that through this behavior, they can establish the dignity and authority of a man.In their eyes, it is only natural that boys are better than girls.Bullying proves that they are a man, and the bullied is a woman.

Pu Yun is not in the same class as us, and his grades are very good, but he is taciturn, honest to death, and always huddles on the desk alone.He didn't dare to tell his teachers and parents when he was bullied, for fear that those people would get worse, so he could only hide somewhere and quietly wipe his tears.Of course, this was all learned later.We had never heard the name before meeting him.

That day, I washed my hands in the toilet and prepared to go out, when I suddenly heard a burst of laughter from behind.Two students grabbed another boy who was urinating from behind, and before he finished urinating, they knelt on his ass and twisted his shoulders, trying to help him control the direction.They adjusted and laughed, as if they were manipulating a factory machine, content with their actions.

They said, you go to the women's room, that's where you should go, and no one bullies you there.

"stop!"

I was still standing by the sink watching their feats, when Xianxian walked to the front and threw the water on the two boys' faces.The other party turned his face and looked him up and down, obviously he didn't know him.

"Who are you? This is our class's own business. Can you control it?"

"I don't care which class you are in, you try to move him again?"

"They seem to be on the football team," said one to the other.I walked behind Xianxian.

The other looked at the boy next to him with his pants up, then at the two of us, and snorted:
"What is three against two?"

"Okay, you two go up together, I don't need my brother to do it, I alone is enough."

"It's too small here, see you on the playground after school if you can."

"See you, what's so great about bullying people?"

They gave both of us a hard look, and quickly slipped away through the door.Xianxian patted the boy on the back, and took him to the sink to wash his hands and pants, as well as his crying face.

"My name is Ke Peixian, and this is my brother Ke Peiwei. We are both in Class [-]. Next time they bully you, you can come to me." Xianxian really looks like a hero who draws his sword to help when he sees injustice. .

"My name is Pu Yun, and I'm in class three and five...they are all my classmates." Although he was saved, Pu Yun still hung his head, "They won't let me go."

"Don't be afraid. We will send you back to class right away. I will definitely go to the playground after school, so that they will never dare to bully you again in this life."

Facts have proved that none of the three of us have any "jianghu experience".I was quite relaxed, thinking that after school, I just went to the playground to reason with them.Even if I had to fight, I was confident in my brother's fighting skills - after all, I had personal experience, but he never caused trouble at school.However, this time he seems to be pretending to be the wrong hero, the opponent is not a hero, and he doesn't talk about "martial arts".There were five people on the playground, lined up under the setting sun, Pu Yun was stared at by them, and squatted in the corner.But as soon as Xianxian arrived, he immediately cheered up to 120 points, and ran to our side under their noses.It’s hard to describe the facts behind. This was the first and last group fight I had in elementary school. I mustered up all my courage and didn’t run away or hide behind my younger brother.I restrained two people. They must have thought that I could fight two like my younger brother, so they gave me the same "special care".But Pu Yun was unexpected, people including me may have thought that he was just a moving sandbag, a very short sandbag, but he bit the only person who dealt with him, and the pain caused the fellow to cry and curse. Pu Yun is a mad dog.As for Xianxian, I don't remember clearly, but it was the two people in the toilet who called him, so I guess they didn't take advantage of it.

The final ending was very standard. Under the bloody setting sun, some students saw the tragic scene of using less to strike more and not being afraid in the face of difficulties. They were deeply moved and sued the teacher without hesitation.Everyone was dragged to the door of the dean's office like little chickens, and they called their parents one by one.In every phone call, the dean only said one sentence: Your son has become a gangster.

Things got worse, but they were resolved.Through investigation, the teachers confirmed that there were indeed some people in Class 400 bullying Pu Yun in partnership—the term is now called "campus bullying".The final result was that those five people all wrote a letter of guarantee, promising that they would never bully others again, and at the same time they were criticized under the national flag.As for the three of us, there is nothing else to do except a 400-word review.Coincidentally, the three of us are writing reviews for the first time. [-] words is a bit too much for us in the third grade. We wrote for a long time, and we also counted each word for each other to check whether we have got them all.

From that day on, Pu Yun was transferred to our class, and those people never made trouble for him again.Sometimes I suspect that it is because the two of them have good grades and the five people have poor grades that the teacher will believe us.

After that, Pu Yun seemed to be Xianxian's little follower.They stick behind him after class and after school, and they have to go to the bathroom together.It is also true that he wants to join the team again and again.The coach refused to ask him, and it was useless for both of us to speak for him.He really has no foundation at all, and his physical fitness is also very poor. He is out of breath after running for two laps, and he is not suitable for sports at all.Therefore, every Wednesday and Friday afternoon during training, he would lie on the fence of the playground and watch us silently, and would quietly follow us when jogging. After training, he would come over and practice with Xianxian.It was said to be extra practice, but in fact, Xianxian taught him the basic movements like a kindergarten teacher.From passing to dribbling and shooting.Pu Yun's skills are all taught by Xianxian himself.Sometimes Zhao Rui and Shi Zhenhua would stay for additional practice, and everyone became familiar with it over time.At that time, classes ended at 02:30 on Wednesday and Friday, and the training ended at 04:30. The sky was blue, the playground was green, and the school was quiet, except for the muffled sound of sneakers hitting the ball.The sun shines down, illuminating everything so beautifully, like a distant dream.Afterwards, the coach found that Pu Yun had made some progress, and even found out that he was left-handed and his dominant foot was also left-footed. In the end, he was accepted, although more often he was only asked to carry water and deliver balls.The only thing Pu Yun is good at is kicking free kicks, which was also taught by Xianxian. Naturally, his apprentice is not as good as his master. Xianxian and Wu Wenda have already arranged set kicks in the team, and the coach can't just because of him If a free kick is played well, a player who can't attack, defend, and has only ten minutes of physical fitness is sent to the field.

However, Xianxian always told Pu Yun, don't underestimate yourself, those who underestimate you will pay the price.I thought it was just an ordinary sentence of encouragement, until I found that Pu Yun took this sentence as a motto in life, and said it on the day when he surpassed me in long-distance running.Xianxian is really bad, Pu Yun really believed his nonsense.I was only third to last, but it turned out to be second to last.

From the bottom one to the bottom three, Pu Yun's efforts are unimaginable.On his birthday, he invited the two of us, along with Zhao Rui and Ah Hua, to KFC.While eating, he suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten hamburgers or fried chicken in half a year.Everyone asked why in amazement. He was a little embarrassed and said he wanted to be thinner.Every day after school, he can be seen running and running on the playground, as if chasing his own shadow.

In the fourth and fifth grades, Xianxian became more and more the star of the team.Whether it is grades, skills or popularity, Xianxian is very good.For a while, everyone ridiculed that our team was not the so-and-so elementary school team, but the "Kopey Strings Team".In several games, we were unable to break the deadlock, and in the end we relied on Xianxian to use his personal ability to kick a shocking and unreasonable world wave to win.It seems that as long as he is on the court, the game will never be conclusive until the last second.Pu Yun also wrote a composition, blowing the strings to the sky, who is wearing a colorful holy garment, with seven-color auspicious clouds on his feet, and looks like a hero of the world.In reality, there are no colorful holy clothes and colorful auspicious clouds, but after Xian Xian understates his goal, he will always run on the green field. His back in the bright sunshine must be lingering in everyone's heart go.

Everyone respects me too.But I think their respect is not because of how good I am, but because I have an excellent younger brother.Xianxian is their friend, and I am Xianxian's older brother, so I have to show some face.Just like Pu Yun always called Brother Xianxian, and he also called me Big Brother by the way, as if I was the leader.I'm just older than them.So, sometimes I'm not very happy with my brother's friends.Pu Yun is okay, after all, we have both been beaten for each other, and we also said in the self-criticism that "I will never dare again next time".Ahua is my training partner, he practiced shooting and I practiced saving.Zhao Rui, I didn't do anything for him, and he didn't do anything for me, but he wanted to separate my brother.Every time I realize this, I want to take Xianxian back desperately.He is my brother and belongs to me alone.Even Xianxian himself said so, his best friend is his elder brother, and will always be his elder brother.

But there is no such word as "forever".There was no permanent feast, and it all ended in early November of fifth grade, a night not long after our 11th birthdays.I left the team.Ah Hua invited me back several times, but I didn't agree, and I didn't even want to watch the game.

Pu Yun transferred to Ahua's class and continued to play football.Later, I heard from a classmate who was not familiar with me usually that Pu Yun played better and better, and got the main position in the team.There was a crucial game where the team got a free kick in the last minute.Pu Yun stood in front of the ball, ran up gently in the drizzle, and sent the ball into the net with a fallen leaf ball that pierced the rain curtain.After the wonderful goal was scored, the referee blew the whistle. Amid the astonishment of the opponent and the celebration of his teammates, Pu Yun knelt on the ground, crying very sadly, 1 more sad than when he was bullied before. times.Probably so, I heard that, after all, the broken time is blurred, and I don't know whether what I remember is true or not.I only know that the past time will not come back, but now it is like a broken and pasted mirror, reappearing in front of my eyes with countless cracks.

Lost time found me.This time it seems that there is no way out, so I have to go up and fight with it.

(End of this chapter)