The rest of your life is long, you are the most unforgettable

Chapter 12 Problem Students
In the afternoon when I read a large manuscript and got a headache, I casually flipped through Wu Nianzhen's "These People, Those Things". Wanting to change my mind, I casually turned to the article "Encounter".For some reason, I suddenly remembered a "problem student" who lived upstairs from me when I was in the first grade of junior high school.

At that time, I was a junior high school student in a key middle school, which was relatively far away from home. It would be too inconvenient to live at home and go back and forth.I have two choices, either live on campus, or rent a house by myself.

At that time, I was young, only 11 years old, and my parents probably considered: first, it would be convenient to visit me at any time, and second, they were afraid that I would be bullied by a group of high school students (most of the students living in the school were high school students), or they were afraid of getting along with them. There is no common topic, and the personality is getting more and more withdrawn.Therefore, in the neighborhood near the school, my mother asked my cousin to find a house for me and rent it.I am afraid that I am too young to live independently, so there is a sister who lives with me in the first year of high school.

It was an ordinary four-story house, and I lived on the second floor.

I remember that when I first moved here, my sister who lived with me told me mysteriously, and seemed to be very kind, that there was a "devil king" living upstairs who was in the same grade as her.

At that time, I was extremely introverted and hardly talked to people.I know that she has good intentions, or maybe she wants to find a topic to chat with me and get close to me.But I didn't know how to respond, so I just replied blankly: "Oh."

One day after school.After eating as usual, I passed the water room, went in to fill up the kettle I left there in the afternoon, and took it away.But I ignored it that day, and still held a stack of review materials in my hand.

Coming out of the water room, I held a stack of books in one hand and a kettle in the other.At this time, a person walked towards me, that person was taller than me, I lowered my head and just saw his figure covering my feet.I was lowering my head and dodging in time, when the figure said, "Can you carry it? You are so thin, let me carry it for you."

A man's voice... I raised my head timidly. I didn't know a person who looked like a student.

My face was flushed and my mouth was open. Before I could refuse, the man took the water bottle in my hand naturally.He walked in front, and I followed closely behind.

My heart was beating violently, but I didn't know how to ask for help.

"Who is this?" "Where did it come from?" "Shouldn't you snatch me a water bottle in broad daylight?"... Many questions arose in my heart, but for some reason, I felt inexplicably that he should Not a bad guy.

Maybe it's because he looked like a student, and when he spoke to me, he was full of kindness.

It was even more strange to me that he knew where I lived.

At the next intersection, he turned into the alley familiarly and entered the house I rented. When he reached my door, he put down the kettle, glanced at me and smiled, and went upstairs.

We didn't say a word the whole time.

I just realized that this student lives upstairs.Maybe we met each other when we went up and down the stairs, maybe he saw me when he was packing clothes or reading a book on the roof, but I have no impression of him at all.

Only then did I see his face clearly.The elder sister who lived with me came down from the roof to collect the clothes and passed him. She stared at me with wide eyes, and I was inexplicably stared at by her.My sister hurriedly pulled me into the room and closed the door, as if she was going to say something ulterior: "Did you talk to that boy just now?"

"I didn't speak, but he helped me carry the kettle from the water room to the door." I didn't know why, so I answered truthfully.

"Then how did you know each other? Why does he want to carry the water bottle for you?" My sister looked suspicious.

"I don't know him, oh, I just met him." I didn't know what my sister was going to say, and I was at a loss.

"He is the 'problem student' I told you about in our first grade. He is also known as the 'Demon King' in school. He does all kinds of troublesome things, skips classes, talks back to the teacher, fights with students, and forms gangs. Pai..." My sister was still muttering.

After a while, seeing that I didn't respond, she became quiet.

At that time, I didn't have a clear concept of "problem students". Those so-called "evil things" from other people's mouths always felt unreal; but on the other hand, I also knew that "problem students" were not a good evaluation , should indeed keep a distance from it.But it was too late to feel anything about him because of that one-sided relationship. It was just a face-to-face meeting, and everything else was blurry.

Later, I met him two or three times when I was ordering food in a small restaurant. When he saw me, he would always come over to say hello to me, and it was nothing more than ordinary things like "I just got out of school", "Why did you order such light dishes", "You Eat more, you're too skinny."Perhaps, he is very easy to get acquainted with anyone, so he regards me as an acquaintance.But I don't seem to have ever spoken to him. If "um" and "oh" don't count, other than that, I always respond with a smile, and there are no extra words.

Because in my heart, I admit that he is not familiar with him.But for some reason, he regarded me as an acquaintance, maybe a younger sister.

The last time I saw him was in a small restaurant.

I was on duty that day and went back very late.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he happened to meet him eating with a group of people of his age.Probably those are his classmates.

He saw me, came over, greeted me as usual, and said, "Just came back from school? It's so late, I guess there's nothing to eat, do you want to eat with us?"

He was enthusiastic without reason and embarrassingly abrupt.

It's fine to just say hello occasionally on weekdays, but now I'm so close to sitting at the same table for dinner, and with so many people I don't know... I waved my hands hurriedly.He only heard the classmates behind him booing and saying: "Little sister, come together, come together." With a joking tone of watching the excitement.

I suddenly flushed in the face.

He turned around and yelled at the classmates who made a fuss: "You bad students, you seem to scare people." Then he turned his head, looked at me, and was about to say something, when someone called him: "×××, do you want to drink? ?”

××× should be his name, but I didn't catch it clearly.

He turned his head to answer the man, and said to me again: "Wait a minute, I'll get you some food." Then he turned and walked to the classmates.

I relaxed as if I had finally gotten rid of something, and went to buy food without waiting for him, and then walked out of the small restaurant quickly.

After that, I haven't seen him for a long time.

One day when I was doing my homework, my sister who lived with me suddenly said to me: "Do you still remember the 'problem student' who lived upstairs? I heard that he was expelled."

I was stunned for a while before I realized who the "problem student" she was talking about was.

His always kind and enthusiastic look came to mind, and he said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you some food."

My mind went blank for a while, and in the end, I still just let out an "oh".

Hearing about this, there is a follow-up.

The landlord packed up all his stuff, and the room was soon rented to someone else.At that time, the person who lived next door to him was my cousin's classmate, and I only greeted him on the first day I moved in, so it was considered acquaintance.

One weekend, when the "problem student" came back to pick up his things, he asked my cousin's classmates for my name and class.Of course my cousin’s classmates don’t know my name and class, so I can’t tell.But he was as puzzled as the sister who lived with me, why I had a relationship with the "problem student", so he told his cousin about it, and soon, he told my mother.

Maybe they are not just troubled by gossip mentality, they are still a little bit worried. After all, I give people the impression that I am too quiet and introverted all day long. First, they are very curious about why I have an intersection with "problem students"; Or, I'm also afraid that he will lead me into trouble.

Then one day, when my mother seriously asked me how I knew the "problem student" who lived upstairs, I didn't know the follow-up of this matter.

I don't know why after reading Wu Nianzhen's article "Encounter" today, this person I haven't thought of in my memory for a long time came to my mind.

In fact, I never thought of him as a "problem student" in my heart, even though I heard many "bad deeds" about him from my sister.But I think most of what she said was also heard from others.

Perhaps, at that time, the introverted me instinctively resisted everyone, so there was no difference between him and other "good guys". In my opinion, there is no distinction between good and bad.

Or, in my vague consciousness, I realized for the first time that the quality of a person does not depend entirely on how others evaluate him, what kind of label the world gives him.Everyone has his polyhedron, he may be "bad" in the world's evaluation system, but here he is kind, enthusiastic, and even has a childlike innocence.

We live in the world, and we uphold different evaluation standards. Sometimes, we also use universal evaluation standards to measure others and ourselves, and sometimes, we have a little selfishness.

The complexity of people lies in the little love and hate in the heart.

Some people appear in your life without any mission, without any reason to teach you.Then disappeared again, just like when we first met, without warning.

About him, I only remember that he has a pair of small bright eyes, a slight beard around the corners of his mouth, a white shirt, thin, eyes that squint when he smiles, and full of kindness.

I didn't know his name from beginning to end, and I didn't know whether his later life was happy or not.

He was like a bird with a vigorous figure skimming across the lake, touching the water lightly and rippled.In an instant, a beautiful arc was drawn in the air, and it flew into the distance.

(End of this chapter)